Travel Reference
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Today was one of the few days that I haven't completed 85 kilo-
metres. It wasn't just the stop-start media schedule; I'm feeling
wasted, tired and sore. For the first time, I admitted to the others that
I'm human. I'm not feeling happy. I'm not always able to talk about
my vulnerabilities. I don't like to acknowledge them even to myself,
and I don't want the team to think I'm faltering. But, after all, I'm only
human, and I feel
very
human today. The forces of nature are still very
much in control.
The visit to New Orleans has been imposed on me by the Red
Cross because the place is still recovering from Hurricane Katrina and
Red Cross funds are needed there. But it will add 420 kilometres to
my route. This is not an athletic venture; it is a fundraiser for the Red
Cross, so to a degree I'm in their hands. But I can't allow commitments
to make me late for the hop to the South Pole. I'm trying to do the right
thing by the Red Cross, pushing an almost impossible schedule even
further.
Leaving Charlotte, I was joined by a group of 30 or so young
female runners known as 'Girls on the Run'. This is an organisation set
gir
ls on
the r
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. . and
one
guy.
